The Question So she says to me‘I’m going to leave him.Or maybe I won’t.Maybe I’ll go to ParisOr maybe I’ll just forget it.’‘He lies casually.He tells me he’s going to AAnd he goes to B.I know, Because I follow him.’‘It isn’t stalking. He hasAll the oxygen and IHave to breathe.’‘He borrows moneyAnd doesn’t pay it back.He drinks beer in the morning And listens to strange musicThat hurts my ears.’But what worries me,What I want to ask you is,Do you think its love?’